tales of the domestic

Beginnings

The big girl started school a couple of weeks ago and has been cycling off every morning like a duck to water. The small boy is grumpily bereft and wiggles with excitement when we get ready to pick her up at the end of the day. The unpacking of the many, many boxes finally is beginning to come to an end and the house is slowly feeling like home.

The beginnings of autumn are there in the browned leaves and berries after the random sunny hot days. We somehow seem to have missed our huge blackberry pick this year amid the chaos of moving, a new school, bidding farewell to my sister and her family in their move to Australia and having family to stay. A time of beginnings and endings.